12 To 45

I was considering today all the years I have written poems and such.I wish I had them all to sum up my life, But alas, They along with some pieces of my life, Have been scattered to the wind and engulfed in some land-fill.Not to be remembered.Altho, I do recall the first thing I ever wrote.'Time'A 12 yearolds thoughts on a ticking clock.That as a moment passes, it will never be regained.At 45, I am still searching out that 'now'.To capture all that is possible in the moment that is ticking by